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zotiyac 1 - far gone lyrics

n+gga i f+ck that hoe then i leave
i ain’t runnin no errands
n+gga when i got in that smoke i just handled that sh+t by myself i ain’t run to my parents
n+gga think we sponsored by jordan my n+ggas’ll jump man
come through this block we gon air em
n+gga i step in this b+tch if he talkin too crazy i make a phone call i ain’t karen

pull wit da mask like yeat
leave yo ass on skates
keep on slidin til the gas on e
got da glock like key
let it kick like lee
tryna skip a heartbeat
let it hit repeat
had to scratch her off my schedule the b+tch type weak
i do not do no dates this b+tch low down and dirty come suck me up like a hi+c, tryna f+ck me outside the hyvee

its chess it not checkers you step up we hop over when i come thru bring my glock over
talkin that tough sh+t get shot over
trippen bout a b+tch i dont want like hot soda
i give a bad b+tch the cold shoulder ain’t even got time to f+ck wit u im so focused
sorry lil baby i dont notice n+ggas talk sh+t on the net and i dont notice

swing them sticks make em go home
prepare a n+gga funeral tryna find a n+gga suit like im frozone
it go up like the ozone if i tell foe nem go slide on that boy they gon roll on em
duckin and dodgin that dynamite jumpin up outta that stick it say “boom” like a cartoon
f+ck around find yo face on a milk carton cut out his lights turn this b+tch to a dark room
yea , yea , yea

off the meds now im far gone

yea , yea , yea

i got this b+tch givin me head in a dark room

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n+gga ain’t tryna get hit with this b+tch why the f+ck he keep starin?
got his dumb ass shot tryna walk down the wrong block n+gga ain’t know what the f+ck he was wearin
n+gga i got the rock like a marriage
nah n+gga i got the chop like a terrorist
point at yo top from the top of the terrace
and then tear his sh+t off leave a n+gga embarrassed b+tch +
big ass round like a ferris, and then chop sh+t up he ain’t die turnt that boy to a carrot
if im f+ckin that b+tch ima have to go slap on that rubber i cannot be careless n+gga
im smokin on gas got the neighbors keep callin the fire department take care of it
she told me she can’t be my b+tch i got too many b+tchez and she is not okay with sharin, so i cut the b+tch off
cut the b+tch off she was psychotic im probably better just me and my narcotics
that b+tch hit my line and be forgotten send me yo addy again cuz i forgot it
boy i get high like a pro pilot police dont like when im ridin they profilin
why these n+ggas hatin? thats my problem talk to the hoe not to me boy thats yo problem

(hook repeats)

- zotiyac 1 lyrics

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